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Oooh, Vienna

by John Hollingway <jhollingway@yahoo.com>


This story  is pure  fiction. Although  some persons  in this  story are
images of people  in the real life,  I do not express  their opinions in
anyway.  Anything in  this  story is  made  up in  my  head. This  story
contains graphic descriptions of sex between males, especially between a
man and an underage boy. If this  kind of story is illegal where you are
living, go  read something else. If  you are offended by  such material,
why are you even here? Go read  something which suits your state of mind
better!  If you  are under  18 you  shouldn't probably  read this  stuff
either, as morale dictates us, but that couldn't hold me off at your age
either. Just be careful  about what you read and do,  some people on the
internet are not as nice as they appear at first.

This story is copyrighted by the  author, all rights reserved. The story
may be  copied and printed  for personal use,  but may not  be published
without  the written  consent  of  the author  besides  on the  original
publishing sites (nifty.org and assgm.net).


Preface


This part took me  a lot longer to finish than  I originally expected. I
don't know why, but somehow my original intentions for this chapter were
different, but I couldn't write it  down. At some point the intention of
this story suddenly shifted, and the  characters all got a lot realer to
me than  they were before,  and they keep telling  me what they  want in
this story and what not.

As a direct result  of this, there is much less sex in  this part than I
originally  intended to  write, but  I guess  John is  just too  old and
couldn't keep up with a teenager  ;) So I resorted more on storytelling,
and I'm  guessing it will  continue more like this  than it had  been in
chapter 2 of this story. There will  be sex, of course, but probably not
as much as some of you want to see.

I  really  got  dragged  into  writing  a lot  more,  and  as  a  direct
consequence I set  up a website which  will contain all of  the things I
have published so far. The reason for  this is that my stories cover (or
will cover) a wide degree of  topics, and not everything is suitable for
all of the  sites I publish on. So  I set up the website to  have all my
stuff in one place if anyone  asks me "Have you written anything else?".
And I  keep a small blog  there, to keep all  of you up to  date how the
writing  is going  on, where  the different  parts of  the stories  will
appear  and sometimes  some  personal  stuff about  me.  So  if you  are
interested in some  background information and all of the  things I have
written so far, just  drop by here: http://hollingway.freehyperspace.com
 . It  is not that  much at  the moment, mainly  all the parts  of "Oooh,
Vienna" I have  published so far, and one short  story I translated from
German to English, but the content on it will expand gradually.

This part has even seen a lot more editing than before, because I now do
not only  have one editor,  but a whole "staff"  who wants to  edit this
story. Darryl  got joined by  Str8mayb, and  Taron W. gave  everything a
final  lookover and  pointed out  some  things which  were difficult  to
American  readers to  understand. Darryl  and Str8mayb  even were  brave
enough to put in  some comments for you, just look at  the end. They all
have done a  wonderful job in helping  me to get the points  I wanted to
say really written  down, and to make  everything understandable. Thanks
to you all!

As I have  said before the other chapters, feedback  is always very much
appreciated, or as one of the other  authors I read put it: "Feedback is
the only payment we receive", and I have to wholeheartedly agree to him.
I enjoy all of the comments and  feedback very much, and they are one of
the main reasons that  keep me writing. So, don't be shy  and drop me an
eMail, I very much appreciate it!


Part 3 - Waking dreams and pokey things


I woke up the next morning, and everything from the day before came back
to me in an instant. I felt the  warmth of John's body next to mine, but
in a different position than before. He lay on his back, I snuggled very
close  to his  side, and  he had  put one  arm around  me. He  was still
asleep, and I carefully glanced around to  the alarm clock. 7 am, not as
early as yesterday, but still way too early to wake John up. He had told
me the day before  that he normally slept longer, so  I thought it would
not be good waking him up at this time.

So  I just  kept lying  there next  to  him, and  dozed off  for a  bit,
dreaming of  the possibilities that lay  before me. I really  hoped with
all  my  heart  that I  could  stay  with  John,  this seemed  the  best
opportunity my  life had put  in front of me  yet. I thought  once again
about  the things  Marcus had  told me  the day  before, and  I silently
agreed with him that John wouldn't kick me out. He really seemed to like
me, and he had instantly cared about  all my needs. So I figured I would
be able to  stay with him, if  everything worked out. I was  going to do
everything I could to make things work out.

My thoughts started to  drift back to the life I  had led before running
away. I tried to think whether there would be anything I would miss, but
I kept  thinking hard  and long,  and nothing sprang  up that  was worth
worrying about. This place was a lot  nicer than the flat I had lived in
before, the  state my  mum was in  over the last  years didn't  call for
sympathy either.  Not having to  beg to get  something to eat,  but just
being able to go  to the fridge and pick something I  liked was worth so
much that it isn't imaginable for anyone who has never been real hungry.

I thought  I would maybe  miss going  to school for  a bit, as  I really
enjoyed learning stuff,  but school hadn't been such  a nice experience,
lately.  It is  very  hard to  concentrate about  math  if your  stomach
rumbles. And  perhaps I would  miss Raphael as  well. Raphael was  in my
class at school, and was one of  the very few people who actually seemed
to care about me, and treated me  like a human being, and not some piece
of shit which  is just there to  have something to make fun  of. We were
not that close, as I mostly had other things in my mind than befriending
people, but  we chatted now and  then, and I  even told him some  of the
things that troubled me. He was the one  guy I had to talk to. But now I
had John  to talk to,  and he seemed  to care about  me a lot  more than
anyone else. I was not afraid anymore to admit anything to him, and this
just felt so very good.

Thinking about John  turned my attention once more to  his warm body, to
which  I pressed  my small  frame, just  enjoying the  warmth. I  slowly
started to run my hand across his bare chest, carefully and very slowly,
not wanting  to wake  him up.  I just  caressed his  chest, and  my hand
gradually ran lower  over him, first stroking his belly,  then the pubic
bush, and finally my hand brushed over  his cock. It was hard, just like
the morning before.  When I touched him there, he  grumbled lowly in his
sleep, and I stopped dead in my  movements. But John didn't seem to wake
up, and  after a couple  of seconds, he  was silent again.  I remembered
something he had said the other morning, before realizing that he really
stroked my penis.  He said something about "having a  wet dream", and as
soon as I thought about this, a plan formed up in my mind.

I would give him a real "wet  dream", and at the same time try something
new.  The sucking  last night  had  been wonderful  and it  had made  me
curious, and I wanted  to know how it felt to have a  penis in my mouth.
And I could  make John feel really  good at the same time,  so it seemed
like killing two birds with one stone.

I  slowly  and  carefully  moved  under the  sheets  and  lay,  somewhat
crunched, on  the upper parts  of John's legs,  like a small  package. I
stroked John's cock a couple of more times with my hands and pulled back
his foreskin  then. I extended  my tongue, and  licked at his  cock head
like on a big  lollipop. It tasted strange, salty and  a bit bitter, but
not as unpleasant as I would have expected. As soon as my tongue stroked
over the head of John's cock, he  started to moan a bit. Peeping up from
under the sheets, I saw that he was still asleep. I decided then to give
him the real "wet dream" and took  his cock head in my mouth. I recalled
what John had  done yesterday to me,  and I hadn't felt  any teeth, only
the moist wetness of  his mouth, so I carefully made  sure that my teeth
didn't make any contact with his penis. I sucked in a bit and could feel
the inner parts  of my cheeks making  contact with the head  as well. So
now I could feel almost all parts  of his cock head, and I supposed this
was how it had to be.

Fitting his  cock into my mouth  was much harder than  fitting mine into
his mouth, as my mouth was smaller and his cock was larger than mine. So
I bobbed my head  down carefully a bit, trying to test  how much I could
actually take in until it felt uncomfortable.  I got maybe half of it in
my mouth before the head hit the beginning of my throat and I started to
gag slightly, so I pulled it out  a bit. Remembering John had bobbed his
mouth up and down  on my shaft, I started to  imitate his movements from
the night  before, but  very slowly. I  wanted John to  get used  to the
feeling of having his penis in my  mouth and not wanting him to wake up.
I sped up  to a slow but steady  rhythm of bobbing my head  up and down.
Each  time,  his  cock  head  nearly left  my  mouth  until  I  reversed
directions, at the other end, I had figured out the feeling of how far I
could take him  in before gagging soon enough. It  didn't take John very
long until  he started moaning in  the steady rhythm of  my sucking. His
cock  grew very  hard in  my mouth,  and I  sped up  a bit  further. His
moaning sped  up the same, and  just when I thought  I couldn't continue
for much longer, as  my neck started to hurt, he  came. I hadn't thought
about this before, but I had seen the sperm he produced on the other day
often enough, and when he came, I had my mouth still on his cock. So the
first spurt hit  the back of my  throat, and I had no  other choice than
swallowing, as I  didn't want to start  to cough and wake up  John. So I
just left his cock in my  mouth and swallowed the following three spurts
as well, just pulling  it out for a bit, so I could  taste the sperm. It
tasted salty and bitter as well, not really good, but not bad either.

His cock started to soften considerably, and I just licked the remaining
sperm from his cock head, not wanting to bother with the paper towels.

Just  when I  had finished  with  this and  thought about  how I  should
position myself now, John said in a low and sleepy voice: "Wow, kiddo, I
thought being woken up by the smell of coffee and a gentle stroke on the
hair from yesterday was great, but this was even better."

I extended  my body, so I  basically lay on top  of him, and gave  him a
kiss.

"Sorry, John, I didn't  want to wake you up", and I put  my head next to
his on the pillow.

He turned his head  to face me: "I would not have  missed you sucking on
my dick  and bringing  me to  orgasm like  you did  for anything  in the
world. I woke  up only shortly before  the orgasm, before that,  I had a
very very hot dream."

I giggled: "Well, that was the basic idea! What did you dream of?"

"To be honest, it was a  very cute 12-year-old, blond haired, blue eyed,
hairless body, giving me a blow job....."

"You are kidding!?!?"

"Nope, I actually dreamed of you. Well,  I surely was awake in my dream,
and the position was different, but  basically it was the same. This was
really hot of you!"

With this he  gave me a passionate and lingering  kiss, which I returned
as  passionately. As  soon as  our  tongues had  finished their  dancing
practices, he put  his arm around me, pulled me  even closer and started
stroking my back.

I relaxed, and we cuddled there for a moment, when a question bubbled up
in my thoughts: "John?"

"Yes, kiddo?"

"Why do you like me?"

"Hum.....because I  really think you are  a person who is  worth liking.
You are  gentle, caring,  thoughtful, funny, honest  and really  seem to
need somebody  who likes you,  and I'm  perfectly happy with  being that
person."

"Well, thanks  for the  compliment, but  I meant  the question  a little
different. I meant, why are you turned on by me so much? You really seem
to enjoy looking, touching and pleasuring me. But you are so much older,
you could have a boyfriend closer to  your own age, who has a real cock,
not the  small thing I have,  who has hair not  just on his head  and is
more mature than me."

When I said this, John actually laughed.

"Yeah, you are right,  I COULD have, but hasn't it  occurred to you that
exactly the things you told me are  the things I like? I really love you
having no hair, I could die for  the smooth, silky skin you have." As if
to emphasize this point, he started stroking my back again. "I love your
high little  boy voice, the way  you sometimes just act  a bit childish,
and your small  dick, fitting perfectly in my mouth.  In one sentence: I
love that you are still a boy. I really need someone whom I can care for
and who wants to be cared for, and  I have the feeling that you are just
that person."

I  had felt  tears building  while  he told  me  this, and  when he  was
finished he looked in my eyes,  asking in a concerned voice: "Everything
okay, Kyle?"

"Yes, yes, sure!", I  sobbed, "I'm just so happy right  now, this is the
nicest thing anybody has ever said to me!"

I buried  my head  in the pillow,  and just cried  from sheer  joy. John
continued  to stroke  my back,  circling with  his fingers  a bit,  then
stroking along my spine, caressing my shoulder blades. When I had calmed
down a  bit, I gave  John a kiss once  more. His eyes  were suspiciously
shimmering as well, and I had the  feeling that my crying had pushed him
to the edge of tears of his own.

After  a few  more minutes  of  cuddling, I  grew a  little restless.  I
started  to  writhe  my  body  on  top of  John's,  trying  to  hide  my
restlessness.  But it  was  no good,  and after  a  minute of  fruitless
restraint, I just  asked John: "Can we  get up? I don't  feel like lying
here any more."

"Sure, sweetheart!"

We  both  got  up, John  stretching  a  bit,  and  we both  put  on  our
tracksuits. They were  perfectly comfortable for just  running around in
the flat, and you didn't get as cold  as in a bath robe. When we got out
of the bedroom,  the same frantic meowing as yesterday  greeted us both,
but John knew exactly how to calm them down, and just gave them some cat
food.  We relieved  ourselves,  and after  that John  showed  me how  to
prepare a real breakfast.

I hadn't been  aware how many things one could  consider being contained
in a breakfast. There  was coffee, of course, and John  showed me how to
brew it right. He admitted that the  one I had made yesterday had tasted
horrible, I had used  way too much coffee powder. And  as soon he showed
me how  to do it right,  I saw the difference,  in how much I  had taken
yesterday, and how  much John put into the machine.  After that, he told
me to prepare the table once more, and I was alright with that.

But John  just put  more and  more stuff  on the  table. There  were the
normal things  like jam, butter  and everything  for the coffee.  But he
also put  out ham, different  sorts of  cold cuts, cheese,  boiled eggs,
chocolate cream,  milk, cocoa and more  things than I had  ever imagined
for breakfast. He had also put some  rolls in the oven, which were ready
together with the coffee, and we sat down at the table.

"What do you drink for breakfast? Coffee?", John asked me.

I pondered, "Hm, I have never tasted coffee before, may I try yours?"

"Sure, go ahead!"

I carefully sipped at his mug, and  instantly put on a face. That tasted
horrible, just bitter, hot and very strange.

John  chuckled at  my face  and stated:  "You should  stay with  milk, I
guess."

"You bet! How can you stand THIS taste?"

"Hm, I don't know, you just start to like it when you grow up."

"Grownups are strange!"

He poured milk in my mug, and  I emptied half of it directly, in attempt
to get  rid of the taste  of coffee. John  started to cut some  rolls in
halves, and gave me one. It took me  a long time to decide what I wanted
on them, there were just so many possibilities.

We ate quietly for a couple of minutes, only disturbed by the occasional
meowing of the cats who clearly  wanted to participate in our breakfast,
but John was very determined to keep them off the table. He explained to
me  that they  knew perfectly  well that  they weren't  allowed on  that
table, but  chose to  ignore it,  so he had  to be  quite stern  to them
sometimes. He told me as well, that  it was nearly time for their yearly
checkup with the vet,  and that we (he really said  "we" at that moment,
as he was already considering me part  of his life!) would have to go to
the vet during one of the next weeks.

That seemed to  put another thing on  his mind, and he  asked: "When was
the last time you were at a doctor and had a checkup?"

I tried hard  to remember, but there  was only a very faint  memory of a
man in a  white suit, which I  couldn't put any exact date  to. "I don't
know, it has to be at least 4 or 5 years, I guess."

"Well, I really think that you should get a checkup, so we are sure that
nothing is wrong, and  if there is something wrong, we  can fix it right
away. Because  every day you wait  on getting a treatment  might make it
worse."

"Yes, of course you are right."

He got up  from the table and went  to his office, and I  could hear him
picking up the  phone and starting to talk to  someone, but exactly that
moment the cats chose to make another attempt to get on the table, and I
was busy  pushing them back,  so I couldn't  hear exactly what  John was
talking about.

He came back shortly afterwards and told me: "I have made an appointment
for  you with  a  doctor. He  is  a friend  of mine  and  won't ask  any
questions. He  owes me a favor,  so we can  just go there. We  should be
there in about 2 hours, he has some time available then."

I put on  a face, I really was  not excited by the prospect  of seeing a
doctor. John put his  hand under my chin and lifted my  head, so I would
look him in the eyes.

"You do  understand that this  is important to  both of us,  right? Your
health is one of the most precious  things you possess, and the life you
have led until  now hasn't been very kind  to you. So I just  want to be
very sure that everything is alright!"

I simply nodded,  seeing the necessity of this. But  like yesterday with
John, there  was just a  clash between my head  and my stomach.  My head
knew that it was important, but that didn't stop my stomach from feeling
a little afraid.

"You will see,  I promise, it's not going  to be that bad. He  is a real
nice guy, and if everything is okay, it's just that much better."

I just tried to put the thoughts of  what lay ahead of me to the back of
my mind and returned my attention to the opulent breakfast.

It took some  time until we finished  eating, at least John  ate quite a
few things, I soon  had the feeling of already being  full. But that was
quite understandable, as I just wasn't used to eating that much. When we
both were  finished, I  helped John  clear the  table, taking  the dirty
dishes to  the dishwasher  while he  put the other  stuff back  into the
fridge.

After that, he moved  to the couch, accompanied by the  cats and then he
motioned me  to have  a seat  as well. "I  think we  have to  talk about
living together." I frowned a bit. Did he want to kick me out after all?

"No, Kyle,  don't make that horrified  face, I'm happy having  you here,
and not being alone  anymore. But I think we should  lay down some rules
about living together. This could  just develop naturally of course, but
I have already had some bad experiences with this. You know, when Marcus
and I lived together  here, we didn't discuss any rules,  but both of us
just did  what we wanted.  That eventually  led to many  grudges growing
between us both,  and was somehow the reason that  our mutual love died.
And I just don't want to see it  happen again, so I want to discuss some
rules about living  together with you. If we somehow  see that something
isn't working after a while, we can re-discuss it, of course. Are you OK
with this?", he asked me.

"Sure, I  can see the point  in this. Although, please  remember, I have
led quite an unruled life until now, so  it may be hard for me to follow
rules, especially if I see no sense in them."

He smiled at me, and instantly replied: "No, I don't think that would be
a problem.  But after all,  you are  only 12 and  a runaway, we  have to
carefully decide  and agree what's  OK and  what isn't. The  first thing
that I want you to agree on: No drugs!"

I laughed  out really  loud, and just  told him: "Oh,  that is  the last
thing you have to worry about. After I saw what happened to Mum, I won't
touch any drugs, EVER!"

"Very good, I don't  want to have a drug addict here for  whom I have to
care. But at  your age, this should also include  alcohol and tobacco. I
don't drink  very much  myself, only  an occasional  glass of  wine, and
smoke very seldom. But I would be fine if you want me to stop with it as
well."

I pondered this request as well. "No,  I don't see any problems in there
as well.  I haven't  tried alcohol  or cigarettes, and  I don't  want to
change it. I'm not complaining if you would drink an occasional glass of
wine or  beer or whatever, but  I would have  a problem if you  would be
drunk regularly. Same with smoking."

"Okay, I think we can agree on this.  The next thing, I fear you have to
stay in the flat in the mornings."

"Why is that?"

"Well, you have run  away from home. All the other kids  of your age are
in school at that time. So it  would be quite suspicious if a single boy
is wandering  the streets  alone, and  it could  happen that  the police
would pick you  up, and I don't think  either you or I want  that, as we
both would be in a lot of trouble then."

I saw the point in it, and just nodded.

"Speaking of  trouble, we have to  be discreet about the  details of our
relationship as well, if someone were  to find out about the details, we
would be in big trouble as well. If you need someone to talk to you, you
can talk to Marcus, or if you  see the need to tell someone else, please
talk to me about it first, so at  least we can agree who we want to tell
it to."

Seeing the point in this as well, I quickly agreed.

"In the afternoon,  you can go outside and explore  the city or whatever
you want, meeting  new friends and so  on." With these words  he got up,
went to a cupboard next to the  door, and picked something up. He handed
me the small box and sat down again.  I looked a bit puzzled at him when
I opened  it, and soon got  big eyes as  I unwrapped a brand  new mobile
phone. John  continued, with a smile  on his face: "So,  if something is
wrong, you can  call me. My cell  phone number is already  stored in the
memory of it, so you can call me  any time you need to. I would like you
to be back  at 6:00 in the  evening, so we can have  dinner together. If
you want to stay out longer, just ask  me or call me, but I really think
that  should be  an exception,  as you  are way  too young  to roam  the
streets after that time. Is this alright with you?"

I considered the limitations  John set upon me. But I  could see that he
was just concerned about me, and just wanted me to be safe.

I replied slowly, as  this was the hardest rule up to  now: "Hm, I guess
so. But  I don't have the  urge to go out  that much at the  moment. But
please don't be mad if I'm a bit late or so."

He grinned: "This is another reason I gave you the mobile, so if you are
really late, either you or I can call each other, so we just know what's
going on. I don't  want to control you, and I need you  to live your own
life, but it  is a nice assurance for  me to know that I  could call you
anytime. If  you stay in  here, you can do  whatever you want.  Take any
books you  like, use  the X-Box,  watch DVDs  or whatever.  Please, just
check the age restriction  on the DVDs first, I have  some here that are
for 16+ or  18+. If you really  are interested in watching  them, we can
watch them together. I don't want to  have a screaming Kyle waking me up
in  the middle  of the  night,  because he  watched a  horror movie  not
suitable for his age." With this, he tousled my hair. "Oh, and of course
you can  use my  computer if I  don't have  to work on  it, or  am doing
paperwork or whatever."

"Nah, that's alright, I never used  one of the things before, I wouldn't
even know what to do."

John looked  a bit shocked  about this  revelation. "You mean,  you have
never even touched a computer?"

"Nope! I hope this is not bad", I added a bit anxiously.

"Well, not bad,  but I really think you should  get some experience with
computers, there are only very few jobs out there now days which you can
actually do without  knowing how to use a computer,  it is essential for
later that you have at least a basic knowledge of computer."

Working, or having a  job, just seemed so far away at  the moment, I had
been busy just staying alive up to then.

"Well, I think we will come to a solution about this problem also, there
could be worse  places to learn something about computers  than my home.
Do you have any objections up to now?"

I  thought  again about  all  the  things he  said  now,  but they  were
reasonable  and I  thought  I could  comply  with them.  "But  I have  a
question....", I added. John just looked  at me expectantly, I took this
as a sign to continue. "Don't you want me to do anything, like chores or
whatever?"

He looked  at me smiling,  as if  he hadn't given  it a thought  yet. "I
wouldn't object if you chose to participate in the work to do here. It's
not that much anyway,  most of the cleaning is done  by a cleaning woman
who comes once a week, and I  really enjoy the cooking, but I'll be glad
if you would like  to help me with some things. But I  don't want you to
have the feeling that you have to earn your stay here. You can stay with
me because I really like you, and you  seem to be in desperate need of a
place to stay.  And it has nothing  to do with the sex,  either, just to
say that again. Even if you would  decide tonight you don't want to have
any physical contact with me anymore,  you would be welcome to stay. But
I admit, it's really nice...", his voice died down, he had a small smile
on his face and he seemed to be far away, lost in his thoughts.

I moved a bit closer to him and leaned against him. That seemed to shake
John out  of his trance,  and he looked  around, confused for  a moment.
"Ah, where was I? Sorry, I was distracted for a moment."

I giggled: "Oh, that was quite obvious. I think you were finished."

"Oh, really, was I? Yeah, I guess so."

He took a look at the clock, doing some mental calculations. "I think we
should get ready slowly, we should leave in 45 minutes, and I don't want
to have to rush. I think  we should shorten the entertainment program we
had yesterday in the shower, it would just take too long."

I pouted, but he didn't seem to be impressed by it.

"Just go ahead", he told me, "So I'm a bit more in control who is in the
shower and who not."

He winked at  me with these words, and  I knew he was teasing  me. But I
got up from the couch, gave John a kiss and moved to the bathroom.

I  stripped  out of  my  tracksuit  and then  went  in  the shower.  The
showering went by quickly today, and it  was a huge relief to be able to
wash my hair  properly. When I came  out of the shower,  Ben was waiting
for  me today  and seemed  to  be animated  by my  naked leg,  obviously
wanting to play  with it. I knelt  down, and he instantly  rolled on his
back. I rubbed  him on his belly,  and he started to play  with my hand,
kneading his  paws against  my hand,  but being careful  not to  use his
claws. He  started his  usual, very  loud purring,  and seemed  to enjoy
himself immensely. He looked up at  me protesting very much when I stood
up again, he clearly  was not satisfied with the short  time I had spent
with him. But  I needed to continue my cleaning  routine, as John wanted
to be going soon.

After brushing  my teeth  and using  some deo,  I tried  to do  the same
things to my hair that Anna had  done yesterday. I only managed to do it
half as good as  her, it looked a bit ruffled, not  nearly as chaotic as
yesterday. But overall,  I was satisfied with my appearance,  and I went
to the bedroom to pick up some clothes.

I got underwear and  some socks, and walked in this  state of undress to
the office,  to get something suitable  to wear outside. When  I entered
the office,  I saw John  sitting at his  computer, typing. I  asked him:
"More problems?"

"Nah, I  just checked my  mail because  if something happened,  I should
know, but it  doesn't look like it.  And I have to check  on the servers
regularly to  see if everything  is okay,  especially in the  morning as
there  are quite  a few  things done  during the  night which  shouldn't
fail."

Turning his attention to me, he saw  me standing in his office only half
dressed.

"Wow, that was fast today. I guess I will hit the shower then as well."

He went  to the  bathroom as  well, and  left me  standing in  front the
cupboard, looking at my choices of clothes, undecided. I finally settled
for a  gray hooded sweatshirt, because  after a look out  of the window,
the temperature seemed to have  dropped considerably, and the same jeans
as yesterday.

While John was  in the shower, I  played a bit more with  Ben and Chloe,
which mainly consisted of me sitting  on the couch and them crawling all
over  me,  sniffing at  the  new-smelling  shirt,  and Ben  insisted  on
exploring the pockets of the shirt, which made me start to giggle, as he
was very vigorously attempting to fit completely in the pocket.

Not  long after,  John came  back from  the bath,  only wearing  a towel
around the hips, and  went to the bedroom as well to  pick up some fresh
underwear.

This was the moment when the phone  rang, which made the cats jump up in
alert, and made John yelling from  the bedroom: "Kiddo, could you please
pick it up? I'd like to get dressed."

"Sure!", I yelled equally loud back, which made Ben even jump a bit.

I picked  up the receiver  and said in  my most polite  way: "Hollingway
residence, Kyle at the phone."

For several seconds nothing happened, and I nearly wanted to hang it up,
when a confused, female voice  responded: "Hollingway here as well. Erm,
may I speak with my son?"

"Of course, just give me a second to get him to the phone."

I covered  the microphone with  my hand and  went to the  bedroom, where
John now had at least some underwear on.

I whispered to him: "Your mum is on the phone."

He thanked me with a nod and took the receiver.

"Hey,  mum,  nice to  hear  you."  A  muffled  voice from  the  receiver
responded to him. "Ah, yeah, sorry, I  totally forgot to call you when I
arrived  here  in  Vienna,  sorry.  It  had  been  a  bit  stressy  that
day..................Oh, that is  Kyle, a friend of mine,  who will stay
with me for some time."

When he  said "for some time",  my worst suspicions were  confirmed, all
the talk about me  staying with him was just for a  short while. Maybe I
had to do something else, so I would be able to stay with John.

John continued then on the phone: "Yes, everything is fine, the cats are
annoying as ever (he twinkled to me  while saying this). But, Mum, I'm a
bit short on time right now, let us phone later, okay? Yeah, I should be
here most days, just call. OK, have a nice day, bye!"

He returned the receiver to the  recharge station and said to me: "Phew,
the first obstacle behind  us. But I fear I will have to  tell her a bit
more about  you, especially when  she realizes  that the "some  time" is
going to be  quite long. She can  be quite inquisitive, and  cares a lot
about me. So any change in my life is a big issue for her."

And he  smiled at me,  which I only registered  with half an  eye, still
deeply caught  in my thoughts,  trying to  come up with  something which
would allow me to stay with John.

John had  finished dressing then, and  called me from the  door: "C'mon,
kiddo,  let's get  moving."I snapped  out  of my  thoughts, more  urgent
things now in front of me.

When we were on the street, I  gripped his hand like I had yesterday, so
I  didn't have  the  feeling I  would  be  lost easily.  We  moved to  a
different bus  station than  yesterday, and  while being  on the  bus, I
tried to get a better measure  on Vienna. It was so completely different
than Frankfurt, at  least the parts I  was seeing that day.  Most of the
houses were quite  old, like the house John's flat  was in. In Frankfurt
you saw barely a house older than maybe 30 years, and when I took a look
at the building years of these  houses (which were engraved over most of
the entrances), the houses were at least 100 years old, if not older. We
once even  saw a  coach, pulled by  real horses! John  told me  that you
could see those coaches, called "Fiaker", a lot in Vienna, they were one
of the tourist attractions.

The bus drive  was quite long, we  were on it nearly half  an hour, when
John finally announced that we had to leave the bus at the next station.

John rang the doorbell to the practice,  and a man a bit older than John
opened the door. He had a dark complexion, black hair and a beard.

He extended his hand to John, and said cheerfully: "John! So nice to see
you again, it has been way too long since we saw each other."

"Hey Domenic, nice to see you too. How is Ruth?"

"Oh, she is fine, thanks for asking. And who do we have here?"

He moved his  gaze to me, and  I shyly extended my hand:  "I'm Kyle, Dr.
 ...."

"Dr. Gartner, but just call me Domenic as well."

"Ok, Domenic, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well. Come in, please, both of you."

We moved  into the deserted  practice, where I looked  around curiously.
"You don't have many patients, do you?"

Domenic laughed  at this question: "Oh,  normally I have quite  a lot of
patients, but my practice is only open in the afternoon on Fridays."

I looked at him with big eyes: "So, you are only here for me? Why?"

"John is a good  friend of mine, although we see  each other too seldom.
And he asked  me for a favor,  and since I easily could  comply with his
wish, it is my pleasure to help him."

We had now arrived  in the examination room, and Domenic  put on a white
coat and pulled  a stethoscope around his neck. He  sat behind his desk,
John  and I  sat on  the chairs  on  the other  side. He  turned on  his
computer, and  while it was booting,  he asked a lot  of questions about
me, like how  old I am, if I  ever had this or that illness,  when I had
been vaccinated last,  and so on. The questions about  me were easy, but
other ones, like the vaccination, I had no clue when or even if that had
happened.

He entered  the data into  the computer,  and then turned  his attention
once  again  to me:  "Should  John  wait  outside  while I  perform  the
examination."

A hint  of fear started to  build up in me,  and I asked in  a trembling
voice: "Can he stay, pleeeeease?"

"Sure, whatever you like best." With this Domenic smiled at me.

"Okay young man, would you please strip down to your underwear?"

After only a second of hesitation, I pulled off the shirt, buttoned down
the jeans and  stepped out of them.  He motioned me over to  a scale, to
get my weight. "Hm, 31kg, that is not very much for a boy your age."

He then lowered a steel bar to the  top of my head and read: "1.43m, not
very much as well. Have you suffered from malnutrition?"

Totally lost, I looked  to John: "Domenic wants to know  if you have not
eaten enough."

"Ah, okay....Well, I had been on my own for some time, it can be hard to
get 3 meals a day if you have to provide everything for yourself."

Domenic looked  at me with a  hint of sorrow  in his eyes and  shook his
head: "Who would  have to have a  10 year old provide for  his own food?
OK, that explains a lot. I think we will have an especially good look at
your condition. I  hope John isn't responsible for this...I  hope it for
him!"

I responded  calmly: "No,  John has  really taken good  care of  me ever
since I met him."

"Good, otherwise he would have been in trouble."

I was a bit astounded by the serious note in his voice, it really seemed
to make him angry. It was no big  deal after all, I just didn't weigh as
much as other boys, so what?

Domenic continued with his examination  then, listening at my chest with
the  stethoscope. I  drew in  my air  sharply when  the cold  metal made
contact with my skin, but it  warmed fast. Domenic told me several times
to breath in  and out, to cough  and things like that. He  looked with a
small light in my  ears, and put a tongue depressor in  my mouth to look
at my throat.

He even  told me  to lower  the front  of my  underwear, pulled  back my
foreskin and felt on  my balls, while telling me to  cough. My head must
have nearly exploded at that time, I think I flushed to a very deep red,
quite embarrassed.

I was  told then to lie  down on an  examination table, and he  moved my
arms and legs, seeing when it got  uncomfortable for me and pushed on my
stomach.

"OK, I really think we should freshen up your vaccination. If you really
do not know when  it was the last time, it  could already be ineffective
anymore, and we don't want to take  any chances. It is just a very small
injection."

When he said injection, I jerked my  head up and looked him fearfully in
the eyes.

"Don't worry, it  won't hurt very much. Just roll  over to your stomach,
and we will get it over with ."

I reluctantly did what he told me to, and it took a minute, during which
I could hear him  doing something on a cabinet out of  my sight. He then
got back to the table, and pulled  one side of the underwear covering my
butt down. Something cold moved over  my butt, and Domenic said: "I will
give you the injection on the count to three. One...."

And I felt like a sharp pain in my butt, like when a bee had stung me.

"Ouch! That wasn't fair, you weren't at three!", I complained.

I swear, I could hear him  smirking: "Yes, and you were relaxed, weren't
you? The injection didn't hurt so  much AND you are more concerned about
complaining to me than you are about the injection."

I had to snicker at his statement, laughing about myself, because he was
right. After that,  he said that I  could get dressed again,  and he sat
down behind his desk and typed some things into his computer. I sat down
on the chair I had sat on before, and looked expectantly at him, wanting
to know if anything was not alright.

The first thing he  did, though, was let some drops  from a small bottle
fall on  a cube of sugar  and hand it to  me with the words:  "Here, the
second part of your vaccination."

"This  is  a lot  nicer  than  the shot  you  gave  me", I  said,  after
swallowing the sugar.

Domenic  smiled at  me  and  announced: "OK,  you  seem  in good  shape,
actually, besides the malnourishment. You  are really thin and small for
a boy your age, and I guess that puberty could be a bit delayed by it as
well, but don't worry, just eat  regularly and you will catch up quickly
enough. Just don't  eat too much, let  your body guide you.  If you feel
full, don't eat  anymore just because you feel obliged.  Try to get some
exercise as  well, so that  not all of the  food will be  converted into
fat,  but  you will  build  up  some  muscles  as well.  Nothing  fancy,
actually, just go for a walk regularly  or work out a bit or things like
this. You may  tire easily at the beginning, and  if you feel exhausted,
just stop and  don't overwork yourself. Honestly, if  you feel something
like fullness  or tiredness, your body  is telling you something,  it is
normally this easy. Just listen to it and you will be fine."

I was quite relieved by his words, nothing seemed to be wrong with me.

He continued then: "But  I want to do a general  blood test, to actually
make sure  nothing is wrong.  Not all can be  told by listening  to your
chest, and your blood will tell us if there is anything else wrong. But,
for  this  you have  to  go  to an  institute,  and  there your  missing
insurance may be...." With these words he glanced at John, as to get his
assurance.

John promptly interrupted him: "This should  be no problem, we will just
pay for  it ourselves.  Actually, it  is a good  idea for  me to  get my
regular blood test as well, so if you can give me a referral, we will go
together to  the institute." He  smiled at me  and reached for  my hand,
squeezing it reassuringly.

Domenic printed something on his computer  then, and gave John two small
slips of paper. "Just come back to me when you have the results, or mail
them to me, actually I think that would be the easiest."

"Sure, no problem", John said. "So, is there anything else we need to do
or you want to know?"

Domenic thought  it over  for a moment,  but said with  a smile:  "No, I
don't think so, you two are released  for today." We all got up from our
chairs, and Domenic led  us to the front door. "If  anything is wrong or
you are unsure, you know my phone number, just call."

"Sure, thanks for everything!", John said, and shook Domenic's hand.

After that I  extended my hand as  well and piped up:  "Yeah, thanks for
looking  after me,  and  you are  really nice,  nothing  like the  nasty
doctors they always talk about in the books."

At this comment, Domenic laughed and said with twinkling eyes: "I really
tried to keep my evil face hidden!  I guess the kids this afternoon will
have to suffer for it!"

I looked at him a bit unsure, but quickly decided that he was teasing me
and smiled, but had no good come back  for this, so I just kept my mouth
shut.

Going by bus was  quite uneventful, as the bus was  really crowded and I
had  to try  to avoid  bumping  into other  people when  the bus  driver
accelerated and braked erratically. So I  hadn't had a chance to talk to
John without telling at least 10 people  around us what was going on, so
I resorted to being drawn into my own thoughts once more.

I was still  lost in my thoughts  when John touched me  on the shoulder,
motioning me  to get off  the bus.  I made my  way through to  the door,
excusing myself to a lot of people.

When I got off the bus, with  John directly behind me, I looked around a
bit confused. This wasn't the area  where John's flat was, but somewhere
different.  It looked  vaguely familiar  to me,  but I  couldn't put  my
finger on why it was so familiar to me.

I looked questioningly to John, and  asked him: "Where are we? Aren't we
going home now?"

John had a  blank expression when he  told me: "No, we are  going to the
blood test institute. It was on the way, and we will have it behind us."

The now common  feeling of panic came  back to me, in a  surge, but this
time I just couldn't  place it, why I had this fear. I  mean, I had seen
my share  of injections and shots,  and normally I don't  care very much
about them. So, no big deal.

We walked up  to a house at a  corner, with a large sign  above the door
which stated: "LABOR"(*see:  1). I glanced inside, and  it looked really
friendly  there,  a  lot  of  warm  colors,  comfortable  chairs  and  a
big  counter. John  entered  the building  now, I  followed  a bit  more
reluctantly, and John steered directly to the big counter.

"OK, I have a referral for a standard STD blood examination, payed by my
insurance, and this boy here has a full blood examination including STD.
This we will pay privately, but you  got a referral as well." With these
words, John produced the two sheets of paper he had gotten from Domenic.

The nurse quickly  looked over them, and announced then:  "You will have
to wait for a few minutes so someone will be available, just have a seat
and wait to be called."

We followed her  directions and both sat down on  two of the comfortable
chairs which were  at the back of  the wall. My curiosity  got me again,
and I whispered to John: "John, what is this STD examination?"

He smiled at  me, and whispered equally low back:  "That is the standard
test for sexually  transmitted diseases. I do this  test regularly, just
to be sure that  everything is fine, and I want you to  take it as well,
who knows what you could have picked up on the streets."

Just nodding to this statement, still thinking about the implications of
what John had said, John was called  to cabin number 4, where an elderly
woman waited for him. I got up as well, and we moved to that cabin.

John said: "I'll  go first, so you  will be able to see  that nothing is
wrong", and presented me again with his big smile which lit up his whole
face.

He sat down on a chair and put his right arm on a stirrup. The nurse who
would extract the blood  put a rubber band over his upper  arm, and in a
couple of seconds  a whole pathway of veins appeared  on John's forearm.
The nurse announced: "Oh, it is always easy to find a suitable vein with
you." Then she felt a couple  of different possibilities and decided for
a not so prominent vein, but John had said that this was the best to get
blood from him. She  then took a quite small syringe  with a needle, and
very gently  inserted it into  the vein. John  didn't flinch a  bit when
this happened, he just sat there, smiling, and observing the process.

When she had  enough blood, she pulled  out the needle and  told John to
apply some pressure to the wound, it will stop in a couple of minutes.

I swapped places  then with John, and extended my  arm onto the stirrup.
When  the  nurse  put the  rubber  band  around  my  upper arm,  I  felt
uncomfortable and started squirming on the chair, but when she came with
the syringe and wanted to put it  into my vein, something - just snapped
in me.

I cried out very loud: "NOOOOOOO!"  and pulled down the rubber band from
my arm  and stormed out  of the cabin, out  of the front  door, noticing
nothing around me.


Afterword


Editor's Notes:

I am so proud of Kyle for his strength in dealing with all his problems.
I have  the feeling that the  situation at the blood  testing clinic had
something to do with his mother and  her drug habit. I guess we will see
in the next chapter.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher.


Another Editors Notes:

First I have  to say that this is  a hard story to edit. No  not for the
reasons  you might  think, it  is because  it is  so similar  to my  own
stories I keep wanting to correct  the names. Maybe Neal can visit Kyle,
no that wouldn't be fair to John  or the rest of Vienna. Poor Kyle, with
his history a needle can be a tough  thing to face. Lucky for him he has
John to love and help him. He has demons to face but now he isn't alone.
Okay, lets get to the next chapter...

Str8mayb


Author's Note:


I just couldn't have these two guys here have all the fun to themselves,
so I got to respond to them.  Well, Darryl, are you proud for misleading
our readers in a wrong direction? Even I don't know what will be in part
4 :) Or has Kyle spoken to you again, and you know more than me?

And Str8mayb, I'm not sure if Vienna  would survive a visit from Neal. I
mean, do you  want to see it in  ruins, or what? For all  the people who
are  confused now  about what  we are  talking: Just  look for  Haven on
Nifty's, or head over to http://www.paddedroom.us/ to see the stories by
Str8mayb there, and  you might see why I'm afraid  (for Vienna). And the
next chapter will be ready.....when it is finished ;)

John


Footnotes

1: This actually means only institute, before any of the English readers
are confused


 
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